I am scared of the small things in life,
every little thought,
every little whisper,
passing through me like bullets,
all the cold stares,
all the painful silences....
Seeing my own blood,
every bullet,
passing,
ripping,
tears dripping,
this is no way to die....
At the cluches of hatred,
jealousy,
saddness,
anger....
Why must I feel this way?
Alone?
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Whats in my Pokeblock Case? Well... lets find out... a 1, a 2, a 3.... Pink Pokeblocks!